Red Line 77 Degrees

"When the bonfires in the cave crackled in front of the primitive people, the swords of the Ottoman Empire flashed with cold light, the Mark I tanks roared through the trenches of Verdun, the Stukas screamed and swooped over the Maginot Line, and the cigars in Havana were stained with the pungent propellant of ballistic missiles, I swear to you that we are protecting the last bottom line of mankind." - Principal Ha Fazalan In the cold Chelyuskin Cape in the north, the biting cold wind howls over the radar antenna array that looks like a huge ancient remains. The broken radio under the towering metal tower transmits the vague Katyusha. The girl sits in front of the burning alcohol stove in a daze, with the half-remaining Cosmos cigarette in her mouth. The Makarov pistol beside her quietly tells the story of this lonely era... ——Please, please, I am a high school senior who is busy working part-time after school, okay? Can the second line lose two points this year... Ah? A beautiful sister will lead me to save the world? Then take the Mao College Entrance Examination!